Anonymous letter
I would prefer to avoid the love of the king of the storm, I would knife my soul in pieces of woods just to share my feelings in a magic box, within the music and the rhythm was the one we tryed to find whenever we walked together on the mountains city streets.
I haven't learn how to walk with you. I haven't learned your steps. Nevertheless and therefore I cannot avoid to step the love gap. Still love isn't a question or neither a decision. It is a fact that you can escape from time to time or from the every day life. Here and there our shadows even on the darkness will be walking together as well our clothes will be sitting at the sofa listening to the thunders and the beauty of that long storm.
We could watch and match the nature, being part of the scene without complains I left my brains run away from the time and space. We were one soul. Who knows this will be like it is for the eternal memory of the punishment and forbidden time.
There is and this is a piece of memory that struggle my pain every night. It is a torture not to do, not touch you but do not belong to that time anymore.
Should born from the hours that we just watched the rain, our book of romance? Can you imagine if I know myself. I thought I could be you one day. That day seems to be gone on words of rude rumors and angry by the envy around. Yes we were surrounded by the wind of strange wishes that annoyed our partnership, our cumplicity, our reality. What is that? The long talks over trhough the nighst till the sunshine?
I dont know who you are. I wont know myself anymore.
We got lost when we found a way... Yes your hair has showed me something from your brains. Can I touch them on my dreams again? Am I allowed to commit myself in a such pleasure? Do you realize this power of strange and illness, a sort of passionte mean of life.
My ocean of tears, please forgive me. I dont know how to rise up a moment. I dont know how to educate. I am rude in my heart coz he wanted to steal all your emotions at first look. I should stop smoking for avoiding accidents. Do not fall in love for images they blame the skull, they freak our brains.
Should born from the hours that we just watched the rain, our book of romance? Can you imagine if I know myself. I thought I could be you one day. That day seems to be gone on words of rude rumors and angry by the envy around. Yes we were surrounded by the wind of strange wishes that annoyed our partnership, our cumplicity, our reality. What is that? The long talks over through the nights till the sunshine? Purple, lets look for the right colour of what it can be considered a clue of a real fact and substance of love or whatever we call that must, it certainly might be something we share along the walks after the sex in bed. My tears are still on your chest and the rumors of your stomach are still minding my ears. Every smile, every second, every doubt remains. I try over again reflect myself on that figure. I try to be the one I could be. I try hard and on and on, floating all over the nights searching for the mistery of the beauty that was lost at the claim on the ring bell of our moments. I saw many other at your face and I could play with your soul. I have no way back and now your soul walks with me. They became part of me ( the ones on your way ). I am who I am becouse I read some poems with you. The tone of your voice coming out from your lips whenever the language was a reduced fact. As a matter of fact our language of love was to look into eye to eye. Each other all fluids. From this concerning my soul wont ever say goodbye.
I light a cigarrete with images coming and going... I am still there locked in your bedroom.
Brás Cubas.
